Ring The Bells For The Blind And

Life Is Sad, Life Is A Bust, All You Can Do Is Do What You Must.

Crimson Flames Tied Through My Ears Rolling High And Mighty Traps, Pounced With Fire On Flaming Roads Using Ideas As My Maps.

May Your Heart Always Be Joyful. May Your Song Always Be Sung.

The Only Sound That's Left After The Ambulances Go Is Cinderella Sweeping Up On Desolation Row.

Music Attracts The Angels In The Universe.